Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

It's A Sin: 12

After a few more thrusts, the man inside her settled into a calm, effortless pace, slipping a few inches in and out of her for over two minutes.

Ivy turned her head and balled up her fists, determined to resist the erosion of her dignity as every thrust chipped away a tiny piece of her self worth. Then after half a minute of moaning and panting he thrust in as deeply as he could. "Here it comes slut," he groaned in pleasure as he blew his load inside her. At least she thought he did. When he pulled his heavy, sweaty body off of her though she heard the sound of him pulling off his condom and breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't have to worry about another pregnancy scare. The last thing he did was take a marker and write something on her right thigh, then he left without another word.

No sooner had he left than another man walked into the room. This one didn't say anything, he just started laughing when he saw whatever it was that Brian had written across her chest and dropped his pants. Once that was out of the way she felt a pair of large hands painfully grip her thighs as he forced them slightly wider apart before he thrust his cock in her in a single motion. This dick was longer but thinner than the last one, and it pressed painfully against her cervix at the end of each stroke before he pulled out again, making her whimper beneath her gag. She hated this, and tried to pull away from her latest rapist, but she couldn't do much more than scoot slightly away from him, which changed the angle enough to let him penetrate even deeper inside her. That's when she started crying. Everything she'd done in all this - with Anna and Brian had only made this worse. Even now while some stranger pounded away inside her pussy, all she could do was choose between letting it happen, or letting it happen but with a slightly sharper pain.

It couldn't get any worse. She was sure of it. At least until he started to breathe heavier before he bottomed out and shot his load inside of her. That was when she felt an alien warmth spreading out inside of her, and she knew that some faceless, nameless stranger might have just knocked her up with his baby. The guy didn't say anything, or do anything that would even give her an idea of who he was. He just zipped up, wrote something on her with a marker, and left. He was almost immediately replaced with a third guy.

Her third rapist had a small dick, and thankfully used a condom. He even moaned "Thank you for this," in her ear as he came, making her shudder in revulsion at the idea. The fourth guy was heavyset, which a thick cock that reminded her of just how much her poor abused vagina was starting to ache when he fucked her. She might have enjoyed the feeling of his dick stretching her out, but his gut dragged against her belly with every thrust in a way she found both disgusting and distracting, and when he finally finished, he laid on her with most of the weight in his upper body for half a minute so that she could barely breathe. After that, she started to become despondent, almost losing count as the fifth, sixth, and seventh guys used her. The seventh one was the second guy to cum inside her without protection though, and that outraged her enough to make her struggle again. Getting used like this even though she was practically a virgin until now was bad enough, but to have to risk STD's and a pregnancy she knew she'd never have the heart to abort? That was the worst thing she could possibly imagine.

of her abusers. "Wow, when they said there was a slut up here they weren't lying," he said, caressing one of her legs as

whoever he was, he wasn't just using her as a hole.

it's the risk of being knocked up by a stranger. Is that it? Is that why there's all this cum leaking out of your hole, slut?" His question made her cringe as the image of her tight little slit stretched out and oozing the cum from so many different rapists. Of course she didn't want that, but something about the way he said it made her stomach fill with butterflies

her head were making her pulse race and her pussy moisten, and both of those things were making her hate herself worse, which only amplified the effect further. "That's it isn't

to god - that she would be good and stop letting Anna lead her astray she wouldn't be in the place right now. She wouldn't be getting raped over and over in a dark room by strangers, and she wouldn't be getting ready to cum on her rapists cock to her bottomless sense of self loathing. "When I cum inside you, I'm definitely going to breed your tight teen pussy. You know that don't you? I'm going to ruin your whole life just because you wanted a cheap thrill by being a cheaper whore." That was all it took. After that Ivy was lost to the world. He might have kept talking. He

the one Anna had given her earlier in the evening. It was almost equally unwelcome as well. She didn't want to be a lesbian. She didn't want to be a rape toy. She just wanted to be a good girl with a wedding ring and a godly husband to take care of her. But she'd never deserve any

Take it all!" Up until now she'd worried that most of the guys weren't bothering with protection, but this time she

of the night either. The pace slowed down a little, but over the next couple hours another dozen men used her, and even though none of them were as vocal or as cruel, she couldn't shake the terrible words from earlier

touch soon." He tossed her clothes on her bed and left her there feeling like she wanted to die. She thought about getting dressed, but first she needed to find some way to clean herself up a little. Leaving the room naked to find a bathroom was out of the question, so she used the pillow case to wipe herself off as best she could. Then she turned on a